Chapter 73 Jamole Wants Me Beheaded

• Ha! Ha! Ha! Hmmm” I yelled and wailed at the tops of my voice. The temperature in this pit was steaming me to madness. When Jamole mentioned that I was going to pass through excruciating pain before my death I never knew what he meant until after three days of staying in this pit. My condition was like a bird bound hands and feet and abandoned in a pot of boiling water which never stopped boiling day and night. This would be the worst punishment in all of my life as s shifter and in the days to come I looked forward to my corpse being evacuated like a piece of meshed poop.
• Indeed I could see a worse fate in this. Jamole was out to pour hades on me and if my cousin could do this dastardly act to me it then meant I made the most catastrophic mistake by letting him live. It was all glaring Jamole was going to light me up and leave me at the mercy of the raven; he would slaughter me and present my corpse to the beast for a raven. Right now all the threat he made to me were beginning to flash in m eyes and nothing would ever stop him from making me see the rear of my skull. Whenever I saw the dawn of a new day, I often deem it as opportunity to appreciate this very one because another won’t come.
• If I ever survive this, it the meant that saving humanity was going to be possible. It just dawn on me that a steamer was right underneath me and since my cage was made of steel a single heating from the steamer transmitted hot air all over me. With my frail eyes I could see nozzles that hot air from the steamer blew at me. Right now, I was just the mirror of myself. My entire body mass was damped and soft as fish left in hot water for years. I believed my immortality was what kept me breathing else I would have been long dead if I were mortal.